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	If you're under 18, this is not for you; skip or erase the file. Stay in 
school. Marry for love. Say no to drugs.
	The following is a work of total fiction and contains scenes of graphic 
sex.
	Content is my own (Monocle), copyright 2003, (as are the typos, and 
spelling & grammar errors). Any resemblance to persons or events living or 
dead or stories already written is purely coincidence. The reader is free 
and welcome to copy and circulate this file in free legal forums, as long as 
this disclaimer is included and no alterations to it or the content are 
made.
	Hope you like 
it.
	Monocle

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Xenolab by Monocle, 
Other/F nc preg

Dr. Worth's visit to Dr. Tace's Xenolab takes a sinister turn.

=|;-{

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Xenolab
by Monocle

Dr. Tace talked as they walked through the lab, pointing out the autopsy and 
equipment setups they had been using.

"The combinatorics of the alien DNA are still really a mystery to us. We 
were unable to synthesize much of anything from the bodies in the crashed 
UFO. The best we could get from our lab-based harvesting and growth 
procedures was this," he said, indicating the vat before them. It was about 
the size of a Jacuzzi, but instead of water, the tub was filled with a 
seething mass of organic material. It looked like a thick stew of human, or 
near human, viscera.

"Its quite something. We almost destroyed it when we feared it was 
threatening to grow out of control, but its mass stabilized on its own, 
before we did anything drastic. It is some undifferentiated form of the 
alien biology. From our sampling, certain  parts of it have all the 
necessary pieces of genetic code to generate siblings - or clones - of the 
aliens that died in the crash."

"Those macrocells there," he pointed to small, slightly transparent bubbles 
within the mass, "each carry many copies of nine or ten of the aliens' 51 
chromosomes."

"But try as we might, when we harvested and combined the contents of 
several, we were never able to initiate cell division. We realized we were 
missing a crucial factor."

The pincer like arm grabbed Dr. Worth around her waist from behind and she 
shrieked in surprise and alarm. Dr. Tace went on with his explanation as if 
nothing was happening.

"These beings had some kind of telepathic, or at least empathic abilities - 
something we discovered from the last survivor. They seemed to be able to 
sense - even communicate with - living things around them in ways we could 
not detect or understand. I suggest you be still and listen, Doctor "

As he talked additional robot arms swung around bearing claws and scalpels. 
One blade now pressed gently against Worth's neck. She froze out of fear, as 
knives and mechanical grippers proceeded to slice and remove her cleansuit 
and the clothing she wore underneath it. She trembled as he continued.

"Our germination chambers worked just fine, but they were still artificial. 
We came to the conclusion that there was no "sense" there to... inspire... 
unification of the biomass. We tried using surrogates - from pigs to cows to 
chimps. We almost got it with the chimps, but both the sample and subject 
failed after only a few minutes. We're pretty sure the empathic response is 
encoded in each alien cell, and requires a sufficiently complex brain signal 
to be stimulated into division. In short, it needs intelligence on its own 
level."

Dr. Worth was speechless in shock as Tace's meaning came clear.

"What the- You can't mean... You're insane!" she cried. She began struggling 
heedless of the sharpness on her neck. The blade, no longer needed once her 
clothing was completely removed, retreated from her lest she accidentally 
injure herself. She was needed undamaged for the experiment.

"Let me go! The lot of you should be locked up. I'll see...Hey, 
HeEEEEYYUUHHH! NNNUUUUHAAIIEE!"

Worth's protests turned into a genuine scream as a rubbery, oil-coated 
tube
nuzzled between the cheeks of her bared rear-end and began to work its 
way into her anus.

Dr. Tace went on as she drew breath and tried to reach behind her to get a 
hold of the assaulting machine, "Of course our biologies are not 100% 
compatible. Terrestrial organisms lack a few essential chemicals and 
structures. Our autopsy analyses have allowed us to isollate them, however, 
and we can provide supplementary equivalents."

Dr. Worth grunted and groaned as the tube forced its way deeper into her 
back door. Her reaching fingers felt a reservoir bulb at the base of the 
tube, sloshing and filling with god-knew-what. A mechanical claw holding the 
bulb contracted and squeezed the thick, warm fluid through the tube, into 
her body. She screamed again, on the edge of panic.

"So this is as far as we've gotten. We're so glad you could come and assist 
us with the next phase of our research. To satisfy your curiosity, the first 
infusion includes some Relanix to help relax the subject. We felt that the 
agitated state of the last chimp subject was part of the reason for failure. 
We believe that a calmer, more accepting attitude is essential to success."

Warmth flooded Dr. Worth's guts, spreading out through her restrained body. 
As it spread, her desire and ability to fight weakened. Her muscles began to 
relax. Her arms, desperately trying to pull re-filling tube from her rear, 
slowly lost their strength and fell to her sides. Her knees started 
wobbling, legs un-able to hold her upright. Her weight settled onto the 
plastic grip encircling her waist. She tried to speak more protests, but all 
that came out was a piteous moan. She began to fall forward, but Tace's 
hands on her breasts stopped her. Her head lolled back and she blurrily 
looked into his eyes.

"That's better Dr. Worth, or may I call you Ralleigh? We're going to be 
getting to know each other better as the experiment progresses, I'm sure." 
His hands slowly squeezed her tits, fingers finding her fat nipples.

Ralleigh's eyes widened as the bulb behind her was squeezed again and more 
of the hormonal cocktail gurgled into her. Her fear entered on a new 
dimension as the heat coursing though her took on the distinct tingle of 
sexual arousal, centered in her breasts and ass now. But she could feel in 
the pit of her stomach that her own lubrication was beginning to flow.

"Yes. We thought that sexual stimulation, even the power of orgasm itself, 
was going to be a crucial last factor for successful xenogenesis. Our theory 
is that both superior intelligence and biological will are necessary. It's 
still somewhat experimental, but the Ket-F complex, as you well know, has 
been shown to unlock and magnify the evolutionarily programmed mating 
responses in several mammalian species. While it has few practical uses in 
the outside world, this response is precisely what we need."

Tace's words sounded as though coming through a tunnel, and Ralleigh was 
having trouble following them as she got hotter. A deep, barely formed need 
began to fill her mind. Her breathing quickened to almost panting as the 
oozing, squirting in her rear and the gentle kneading of her breasts 
continued. Her nerves sharpened, and her body-sense increased. She felt 
incredibly alive - powerful despite her captive condition - yet also 
incomplete, as if something as much a part of her as a leg or arm was 
physically missing from her. Ancient instincts within her commanded her body 
to seek and ready itself. When Tace's hand slid down her belly through her 
pubic hair to cup her dripping pussy, she moaned low and loud, her body 
receiving the first hint that its need might be fulfilled. Feeble internal 
protests within her were drowned out by more primitive drives as she used 
whatever muscle control she had left to try to rub against the teasing 
fingers.

"Things seem to be just about ready, I would say, Dr. Worth," Dr. Tace said 
as his fingers rubbed her breast and slid up and down her slit, "Dr. Fowler, 
please note the time...Mark!"

With that, Tace removed his grip and support and Ralleigh fell forward. The 
restraint around her waist let her fall, and she tumbled headfirst into the 
seething vat. She landed on its' squishy, membranous surface with a plop, 
barely turning her head to the side before hitting. The tube in her ass 
remained embedded as she struggled weakly to raise her arms and head. The 
pulsing, lumpy mass was warm and soft, giving under her pressing hands. It 
smelled sickly sweet - and there was something about it that seemed to speak 
directly to her artificially heightened sex-drive. She found herself 
inhaling deeply, cheek sinking onto the wet, pillowing surface. Liquid 
sounds surrounded her, and the membrane moved against her sweaty skin. 
Blurry forms, vaguely resembling different human organs, slid along just 
beneath the filmy surface. Small protrusions poked at her in differnet 
places and her body slowly moved in response.

Something fractionated touched her mind, seeking, querying incompletely, 
like a dozen half-asked questions. Her altered, addled mind answered 
instinctively.

A visible ripple raced across the surface of the vat. She felt it against 
her prone body. Stubby finger-like flagella emerged from the billowing 
surface to snake around Sally's knees and begin to pull them apart. Similar 
spaghetti-like strands emerged under her breasts and between her legs, 
swiping back and forth across her sensitized skin. Sally moaned and bucked 
as the blatant sexual stimulation shocked her body.

Another surging ripple crossed the vat, and this time, the surface at the 
junction of her legs virtually erupted. The alien ooze bulged upward under 
her open, dripping cunt. The distended surface formed a seal against her 
slit, and then surged forward, pushing a thick column of itself into her 
helpless pussy.

A strangled cry escaped her lips, but it was impossible for her or anyone 
else witnessing the events to distinguish distress from ecstasy as the 
twitching, living thing invaded her. The intruding mass entrained dozens of 
macrocells within it. The carrier cells began to rupture and burst after 
passing her quivering entrance. The spilled genetic fragments swirled and 
combined ever deeper in her prepared body. Her gut churned again as the bulb 
and tube squeezed additional supplements into her rear. As the alien 
intrusion filled her body, base primitive satisfaction filled her mind. She 
felt a completion - a fulfillment of purpose - approaching, and she welcomed 
it with almost all her being. The tiny part of her still screaming in terror 
was almost insignificant.

Ralleigh shuddered and inhaled sharply as the bulging intrusion pushed 
through her dilated cervix and entered her womb. It should have hurt, but it 
didn't. Never had she been so completely filled, so utterly aroused. The 
barrage of sensations was overwhelming - the warm, slimy, squirmy feel of 
the living mass below and inside her, the oozing injection into her ass; but 
most of all the hot waves of alien question-need - almost lust - buffeting 
her psyche from dozens of tiny part-minds. The inhuman drive was not a 
merely for copulation - it was a semi-conscious quest for completion, for 
existence itself, a distorted mirror of some of the feelings chemically 
induced in her. The two impulses echoed and resonated within her mind and 
body, creating and combining into a mating drive far more fierce than 
animalistic biological imperative. Sexual force and desire focused on her, 
and her alone; mind, body, and being, intensely and explicitly. It was 
repulsive, yet fundamentally erotic,  strangely flattering, and ultimately 
irresistible. Ralleigh's climax loomed, and struck, greater than anything 
she'd ever known, as the probe pulsed inside her, slowly working more 
gamete-laden blobs from the main body of alien goo into her vagina, one by 
one pushing them through her cervix to literally pop them into her womb, 
freeing their contents in her most intimate chamber. All the while, the 
piecemeal carnal aggression and flashes of alien desire (and pleasure?) of 
the biomass blasted her mind, goading her to hump back weakly as it fucked 
her completely. When the entire mass stiffened and throbbed, discharging a 
final seminal flood directly into her womb, Sally went over the edge - her 
awareness consumed by sexual pleasure and biological fulfillment faintly 
marbled by veins of previously unimaginable horror.

She came harder and longer than ever in her life. The physical ecstasy was 
as if her brain's pleasure center was being accessed and overloaded directly 
through her sex organs. That was only the half of it, though. The alien 
lust-sense permeated her mind, fragments of nascent awareness coalescing - 
_inside_her_ - into something new, something complete, intimately familiar, 
yet utterly foreign. The spark of new life and awareness shot though her 
mind and body, a sensation no human had ever felt.

It was almost too much. Her racing heart and overexerted mind and body 
nearly failed, but after long shuddering, gasping, squiching, squeaking, 
moments, Ralleigh's body finally relaxed, still twitching in semi-conscious 
after-spasms. She did not - could not react, when the mass gave way beneath 
her. She sank into it - submerging beneath the membrane, which closed above 
her. Tace and his crew stared in shock for a moment before rushing to the 
vat and various command consoles. The anal injection tube had been pulled 
out as Dr. Worth was enveloped, but the robot arm was still securely around 
her waist. Monitors showed that the signatures of the boimass' strange and 
erratic systems had changed - as had Dr. Worth's, but that they were still 
what could pass for 'normal'. Worth wasn't suffocating or dying, at least. 
The mass was pushing intrusions into her mouth, down her trachea and 
esophagus. It was supplying her with air.

"Perhaps... the mass is going to act like an incubation chamber?" Dr. Tace 
wondered aloud.

"I think we should get her out of there. Kill the thing if we have to. We 
don't know what it's going to do to her." Dr. Fowler looked sickened.

"Fowler, we didn't know what was going to happen before. We both thought 
there was a better than even chance she would be dead by now anyway. Don't 
lose it now, man. We're very close. Very close."

Tace thought for a moment, then said, "See if you can remove the restraining 
arm. Carefully."

Scowling, Fowler complied. The monitors tracking Worth's and the alien 
mass's biosignatures fluctuated again, then stabilized. Worth's rhythms were 
barely different from REM sleep.

Tace nodded with satisfaction. "Keep all the sensors recording. We'll 
experiment with low level MRIs and sonosensing to see if we can get any 
visuals, but the biomonitors should tell us enough. See here - an extra 
alpha wave pattern. And here - I bet that signal turns into a heartbeat 
within a week. We've done it."

Dr. Worth could not hear Tace's triumphant pronouncement. She was trying to 
determine whether she was dreaming, or dead, and whether she was in heaven 
or hell. Her mind and body still coursed with the echoes of sexual pleasure. 
Her pussy was full to bursting, and every other orifice of her body was now 
filling with foreign presence. Liquid sensations oozed down her throat, up 
her rectum, even into her nose and ears. She should have choked and 
suffocated, but she did not. Something unspoken in her mind was trying to 
calm her - perhaps even communicate with her. It was going to have to wait 
though, as she blissfully slipped away into dreamless sleep.

To be continued (?)

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