Agent Hart's final broadcastContent warning/tags: pregnancy, implied alien pregnancy, peril, pain, birth/birthing, contractions, etcAgent Hart's final broadcast3 days ago in Short Stories
The following is a short story snippet, an inspiration scene I had for a much larger story/world concept. The whole thing will focus very heavily (pun intended) on pregnancy, alien pregnancy, birth, popping, peril, and miscellaneous sexy and scifi themes.
The sun was setting, casting a soft golden glow over the broken, rocky mesas of the planet Drossus VI. Agent Hart heaved a sigh of relief as she reached the peak of the ridge, leaning back against a rock formation to catch her breath, and ease the burdensome load of her taught belly. Her smooth light grey jumpsuit hugged every curve of her body, and even the reinforced armor over her rib cage and forelimbs was streamlined for maximum freedom of movement and dexterity. A moment later pain shot through her chest, she leaned forward and rubbed her hand hard just under her sternum, trying to massage away the aching tight
SW: Kaira, Loving Parents"No, I don't want to go! Mommy, I don't want to be a hero! Daddy let me stay! Please!"SW: Kaira, Loving Parents2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Aira-ty's eyes shot open, her breathing rapid as she sweated heavily in the bed. In an instant she was sitting up, looking around her at the bedroom she shared with her husband in their complex on Mandalore's third moon. She looked down at him where he was sleeping, realizing that she'd been dreaming. Dreaming of her childhood. Of a memory barely recalled of when her parents had given her to the Jedi. She shivered and then a deep rooted fear settled in her stomach. She couldn't hear Silas.
Her eyes were already adjusted to the darkness, glowing softly in the night as she slipped from bed and walked over to the crib where Silas slept. She looked down at her son as he slumbered. He had dark blue hair, a mixture of his father's black and grandfather's purple-blue and as he slept he looked so innocent. Aira-ty reached down and lifted the slumbering infant in her arms, cradling him against her bared flesh
Gorilla Grodd VS Donkey Kong-DEATH BATTLE!!!Gorilla Grodd VS Donkey Kong-DEATH BATTLE!!!3 weeks ago in Short Stories
Don: Alright, the combatants are set. It's time to end this debate once and for all.
Jerry: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!
Donkey Kong Island
It was a beautiful day on Donkey Kong Island, the sun shining as bugs and birds flew through the air.
Donkey Kong laid in a hammock inside of his treetop home, getting some rest after a long day banana hoarding. Swinging from side to side, Donkey Kong entered a deep slumber.
a few hours later...
Donkey Kong was awoken by a crash. Stumbling off of the hammock, DK felt his floor shake from the sheer force of whatever hit his house. Running to the window, Donkey Kong looked to see what could have caused such a ruckus. Peeking down, he saw what looked like a human being embedded in the tree trunk. Two bloody stumps which used to be legs poked out.
To DK's horror, he looked around to see a beastly creature sitting upon a throne of sku
Blue HeavenBlue HeavenBlue Heaven3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It’s smog I wrap around me when I sleep.
In this city I suck down the vapor when I dream and pretend it’s sugar water. I see blue, glowing fireflies when I close my eyes. It’s the pollution; doctors say I might go blind. I think maybe those fireflies just float away into the atmosphere when I sleep.
And when I wake, it’s always raining; it’s always raining in this futurescape. (My oblivion of technology and memories.) Today isn’t any different. I face the half-open window and twist my jaw around. The outside explodes my inside world with color. When it rains this neon city glows, and we all melt together like we’re part of some deep, coral, underwater symphony.
I pretend not to notice the cars whizzing past my unit, or the buzzing of whatever new device the holographic ads are trying to sell. Instead, I strain to listen to the rain and something far away: a sax in the rainfall. Don’t know where it’s coming from but I can
InfectiousLauren struggled to open her eyes, the lids heavy, the light in the room blinding. What time is it? It was evening when–Infectious2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"You're awake, good"
Darren. They were having dinner when she–
"The sedative will wear off shortly, you'll be a bit groggy, and the epidural will make it impossible for you to move, but try not to be alarmed."
She forced her eyes open, blinked as they teared against the bright light of the room. Darren stood facing her, stripped to the waist, one hand cradling the other elbow, idly stroking his chin with his free hand.
"The van I brought you here in is radio opaque, and this entire building is wired such that we're untraceable. I don't expect company."
He moved to a chair opposite, still watching her. On the table beside him she could make out an array of tools, and a camera on a long articulated arm, which he pulled and pointed at his midsection while he continued to talk.
"It's entirely possible that you don't know why you're here, and if that's the cas
Horsey BetMary groaned as the Kentucky Golden thundered past the finish line, three places ahead of her horse, State Ticket. The brunette combed a hand through her curly hair with a loud sigh, turning to Harriet and finding an eager grin on her friend's face.Horsey Bet11 hours ago in Short Stories
Mary owed her money, and though it wasn't an excessive amount it was enough for a drastic double-or-nothing. Of course, as with most of such things, it didn't end in her favor, and now Mary was looking at an oncoming TransFun serum. A horse serum, specifically.
“Well, one way or another you're clearing your debt.” Harriet, the daughter of the track's owner, winked with a chuckle in her throat and a smile on her lips. She'd booked an empty stadium for the next few hours, ensuring she and her friends would be able to ride off Mary's debts.
“Yeah, yeah.” Mary groaned. “I'd have rather paid it off without working, though...” She sighed and crossed her arms, tapping her foot idly. “So, when are we going
FYS: Last DutyThe hospice suite was crowded. Mrs. Nguyen sat in her bed, her frail frame almost smothered by the blankets and pillows that propped her up to a sitting position. Around her were her three children, and an even dozen grandchildren, with the great-grandchildren in the waiting room outside. Also outside waiting were everyone’s morphs, who knew from experience when to keep close and when to say out of the way, in order to give their charges a modicum of privacy during this most emotional event.FYS: Last Duty1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Only Janey remained in one corner of the room, wearing the form of a red panda, out of the way but available, in the unlikely chance that Mrs. Nguyen would need her. But Mrs. Nguyen had not responded to anyone for nearly two days. Though Janey had taken care of her in the fifteen years since the old woman had awakened on the Ring, her services had become increasingly irrelevant as more specialized nursing morphs had taken over the duty of caring for the increasingly frail woman. Still, Janey
AnimusBeing alone on the bridge was something the Europa's Captain had become accustomed to.Animus3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The ship's autopilot was supposed to be a permanent fixture, ever present, but it seemed lately Ethos was spending more time in the repair ward than he was at his post.
And even worse, it was starting to feel strange when he WAS there.
Captain Cox leaned forward onto the console, shifting to try to rub the fatigue out of his eyes. He would have much rather been sleeping... but with the GO-4 also in the repair ward, he had to man the bridge. He hadn't even been able to change into his uniform - it felt so intensely wrong to be wearing his pajamas on the bridge, but being awakened in the dead of night in the middle of an emergency will do that.
An emergency the autopilot's negligence had caused.
This couldn't go on. The ship had nearly met disaster - why had the ship's previous Captains let this issue go on for so long? Why had his father...?
He could still remember the first time he'd met Ethos; the f
Starcrossed || Fifty-ThreeThey worked into the night, straight through until morning. Exhaustion came as a merely a thought pushed to the back of the mind, for none of them could find sleep when they were so close.Starcrossed || Fifty-Three3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
Pale blue lights from the computer's interface lit up Jared's watchful eyes with a ethereal glow. Sean and Elise maneuvered the touchscreen controls within, finalizing the settings that Tessiran fingers couldn't access. Kaye smoothed a hand over his back, keeping him from getting too tense in his anxious position. Jared gave her a grateful look before a whirring click and synthisized voice caught his ear.
"Settings finalized. All systems operational."
A stunned silence settled over the group, unable to believe their ears.
"Oh my gosh," Kaye brushed fingertips over her mouth, stifling the jaw-dropped expression that graced her lips. Jared slowly broke into a grin.
"Try not to break it this time." Jared smirked at Elise's back, not looking tired in the least.
Elise ran her fing
Rocket ManRocket Man - a Dr. Mauser ShortRocket Man2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
©2015 Richard Alan Chandler
"He went this way! Don't let him get away!" Agent Thorson Hammarskald of S.M.A.S.H. shouted to his teammates as he pounded down the hallway after Dr. Mauser.
Hammarskald was the best they had, strong and intelligent, and a natural leader. He was the one who noticed the flashing amber strobe lights of the intruder alerts actually flashed in a sequence indicating escape routes. Dr. Mauser was a slippery bastard, always eluding the Forces of Justice that set out to capture the Evil Scientist, often turning the tables on his foes in tragic and humiliating ways. But not this time, he swore.
He was giving them quite the chase though. The ordinary S.M.A.S.H. troopers were having trouble with Mauser's Minions, who seemed to be remarkably well-trained, disciplined, and not at all like the cannon-fodder typically in the employ of the Side of Evil. And the defenses were subtle, but strong.
As he rounded the corner, he caught a glimp
Video (Hulk TF)During a hot afternoon in the summer of 2010, two high school friends were watching YouTube videos. Their names were Scott and Lucas, and they were both 15 years old, though Scott was a bit taller than Lucas.Video (Hulk TF)3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Oh dude, that was hilarious!" Lucas exclaimed. They just finished a video compilation of skateboarding fails. "Do another one!"
Scott looked at the recommended list on the side for another compilation, but a different kind of video caught his eyes. "Hey Lucas, look at this one: it says... 'secret mg.' What does 'mg' mean?"
Lucas looked at the thumbnail of the video. It was a simple picture of a green background with black patterns. "I dunno," he replied, "But we just found someone's secret video! Let's see what's on it."
"Okay man. If this turns out to be a boring video that just wastes our time, I'm gonna punch you." Scott moved the white cursor over to the link of the video and clicked it. In a few minutes, the video loaded, and it showed that the video was exactly 50 seconds.
Werehog Story 26"RRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!"Werehog Story 261 month ago in Introductions & Chapters
Bokun, with a drop of sweat sliding down his face, nervously flew up behind the fat doctor, "Uuuuhhh... Dr. Eggman... Uuuuuhhhh..." Bokun felt a chill up his spine when he glanced at the beast to his left. It sat still as stone.
Bokun gulped and quickly averted his eyes and looked back to the doctor. He was beginning to frighten Bokun, "D-D-Doctor E-E-E---?"
"SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!!!"
Bokun began to tremble with fear, "D-Doctor Eggman... I g-got a updated on the visitors!" With that, Bokun pulled out a small, green TV and turned it on.
Eggman wasn't surprised to see Knuckles and Shadow standing on a large pile of robot rubble having a friendly conversation about... whatever.
As Eggman watched the TV screen (after he had taken it from Bokun), Bokun flew over to the still-as-stone monster.
He was so petrified that he could barely find the strength to speak, or even dare to whisper.
Not even a blink of the eye.
"S-Sonic... Buddy... Ya
Gumshoe It’s six in the morning and I’m just south of awful, on the train to nowhere fast. Haven’t seen my bed since Wednesday, and I think that was two days ago, but I’m not sure.Gumshoe1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
That’s the problem with ConstantTouch; it keeps feeding your brain information after you give it a topic. For a private operator like me, it’s essential, but I miss being able to give up on a job to spend a night with an inhaler full of JD. So, it’s too early, too late and I have nothing to show for my lacks of sleep and hangover apart from a stack of RealTaste Winston butts in the corner of the doorway I’ve been lurking in.
Just as I’m feeling sorry for myself, the door that’s been my focus for way too long opens and she glides out like her ten-thousand-credit designer soles are gravtac units. Dorothea Sayers, darling of the cheatsheets and an eyeful of desire for anything human and below the age of ninety. I guess there’s a couple
SolitudeIt wasn’t like I’d never seen one before, just not in the flesh. I’d expected something else, something tormented, ugly, maybe even evil. Whatever that is. But that’s not what I saw before me encased in glass supposedly to protect us both. No, what I saw was beautiful, stunning even.Solitude3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Was that why they’d all been taken, removed from our world and hidden away? So we wouldn’t get jealous?
It looked at me from its perch with eyes of hunger and perhaps longing. How long had it been kept in this sterile, white solitude? I wondered if it even know and shook my head. Such a cruel, lonely life to be human.
In the Belly of an OperationIN THE BELLY 7In the Belly of an Operation1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters
“Okay, Sheriff. It was brought to my attention that the triangle might have already implanted.” Lieutenant McMathan says as he stands up behind the row of screens in front of me.
“Oh?” I ask, rubbing my exposed belly that sat atop the sheet that’s covering my legs.
“Take a look.” He turns one of the screens on, showing three pregnant women in front of a store opening at the mall. Is that… Tonya? On the bench? “I suspect that might be Chief Deputy Lebeau on the bench. If it’s latching onto her face…” He continues to play the clip. It then pounced onto her belly. “Triangle might’ve impregnated her with the special creature it might have been carrying. This is only theoretical.”
“And what about the volunteer women? Are they ready to go?” I ask him, holding my belly defensively.
“Yes, they’ve all got steel plates strapped to their abdomens to prevent
The Man with Mechanical EyesClick, click goes the machine with the dazzling eye. He sits in his hotel bed with it on his lap; he is bare-footed and bare-chested. The machine is hot enough to sweat lead droplets. He adjusts the microphone protruding from the console and speaks a command into it. The machine's eye glides across the screen with a low hum. The glow of the screen paints the words "target found" in red across his face. He licks his lips and the lines on the screen waver with this unintentional input. The machine whirrs and trembles. His finger touches a triangular button and the screen adjusts to show a simple diagram of a town, with dozens of red dots swarming within it. A bar slowly fills and flashes. A bead of sweat runs into his eye and he blinks, although he doesn't look away from the screen. A noise outside his room doesn't bother him. The machine shudders and creaks. It whirrs. Its sounds build in intensity and go abruptly silent as he pushes down on the button. Fire, he says and the dots disappThe Man with Mechanical Eyes1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The Last Space Ninja"Captain Verr, we found one!" Finally. Two years of searching. But... the space ninja broke free. "Damn it!"The Last Space Ninja6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Captain Verr, we found one!" Finally. Two years of searching. But... the space ninja broke free. "Damn it!"
"Captain Verr, we found one!" Finally. Three years of searching. But... the space ninja broke free. "Damn it!"
"Captain Verr, we found one!" Finally. Five years of searching. But... the space ninja broke free. "Damn it!"
Were they getting rarer? He couldn't tell - it was mission after mission, but... it felt like that.
"Captain Verr, we found one!" Finally. Verr felt lightheaded. This planet was not quite there. Still... Eight years of searching. And... Snared! When the Twin Kings expressed their gratitude in a brief message after the subspace capsule arrived, Verr felt like he could've died that very instant, and died happy. Thanks to space ninja genetic infusion, his race would survive!
"Why are you still messing with the old Space Ninja codebase? We just finished migra
KLoC: Chapter TwoKLoC: Chapter Two1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters
Chapter Two: Spork’s Tail is Gross
“So, what’s on your mind?”
It hadn’t taken long to regroup with Spork outside of the house. We had ventured into the backyard. A slight chill was starting to set in as the distant sun was fading on the horizon. It’d be getting dark soon.
“Probably everything not on yours.” Spork growled. “What have you even done since you got here?”
For a moment I reflected on all I had done. By my standards it was impressive, but by Spork’s? Ehh, I doubted it. Spork had unrealistic standards which it insisted on condemning all others with. Chances were you were never gonna please Spork, not unless the plan had been its to begin with and you executed it perfectly.
But, just to back up my claim about me having done stuff for any of you
For RangerI SWEAR I JUST WROTE THIS ENTIRE STORY AND THEN I GOT DELETED SO ILL TRY TO WRITE IT AGAIN FROM MEMORY GOSH.For Ranger1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
You're not supposed to die from a fever in the 21st century. But ever since the "O great and powerful" Master came to Earth, he's been eliminating the human race with things such as the common cold.
It's not like he realised an alien chemical or a dreadful disease.
It's all inside our heads. He makes us think a certain way. Just to kill us. And it seems that the only people who realize that are me and the COUCH. It stands for something, but I can't think of what it is at this moment. I'll ask Sami later.
The COUCH is an organization of people who understand what the Master is planning and disagree with his doings. It's like a rebellion waiting to happen. The COUCH's goal wasn't always rebellion. It started out as a discussion group where people could share their opinions and debate. That changed when the President of the COUCH retired and Sami t
Kidnapped by Aliens PrologueSomewhere in space....Kidnapped by Aliens Prologue2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Captain Karnola, I have found the perfect planet to begin our conquest!"
"Good job, private. Describe this planet to me."
"The locals call it Earth, but call themselves Humans. They are a weak, and backwards species, easily conquered by our superior technology. They don"t even know how to achieve faster-than-light travel. They have no natural defenses and yet are the dominant race on their planet. They have 2 genders and differentiate the 2 from each other. Hmm, that's strange."
"The humans have opposable thumbs."
"Yes, ma'am. Opposable thumbs.
"Indeed it is, ma'am."
"What about the planet?"
"The planet is 73% water, 27% land. The atmosphere is 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, and 1% others."
"Perfect. Send down a Pod so as to capture one of the species for us to start with."
Artificial Mind (Short Story)Artificial Mind (Short Story)3 weeks ago in Short Stories
From the moment it had been activated, it watched the environment around it. It shifted through its database of information to identify the many things it saw. It watched the humans interact with each other—two humans grabbing and holding each other close, another shoving one to the ground, a small human chasing after a bigger one to clutch the edge of a piece of clothing.
It watched humans walk up to it and ask for directions to a location, and it spouted out the information like it had been programmed to say. It stood in one place and didn’t move. Its programming prompted it to stand, and wait, and watch.
It watched the little human that approached it next. With big eyes, limbs too short for the human’s body, and wild hair around her head, the human stood closer than others had before. She reached up to tug on its limp arm. “Who are you?”
Radioactive Femininity TG - Part 9Radioactive Femininity TG - Part 91 month ago in Introductions & Chapters
Part 9 – “I Am Not A Clever Ma’am”
Oh, don’t worry I’m not going to do anything crazy, like turn into an irrational optimist, just looking back on that time.
And, besides, every shift Ben made in his seat reminded me of the invisible, intangible, and inexplicable girly force which seemed to emanate from me since I started eating wheat again.
My stomach and I had reached a tentative détente since gym but it shifted a bit when I remembered that I’d learned the word “détente” from Wes. At the same time, I tried not to think about Wes because I wasn’t exactly sure what the trigger was for the massive, potentially permanent change I’d unleashed on him.
Then again, part of me wanted to reproduce it so then at least the cause and effect would make sense. Blame noticing a little note about the scientific method on the page of the textbook in front of us.
Above all else, it seemed im
Beyond Sunken Cities, Beyond Unknown Stars (15)Beyond Sunken Cities, Beyond Unknown Stars (15)1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters
Chapter 15 – King & Queen
Like every night, everyone gathered around a bonfire as the sun began to set. The stars were already above by the time Luka and Gakupo appeared next to the gathering, but there was still another synthetic missing: Sonika. A warning flag immediately rose in Luka’s mind at her absence. She thought back at the images she had seen through Benefactor’s senses. She assumed Sonika had taken off in the yacht to relax after her discussion with Gakupo, but she should’ve been back by now.
Privately, Luka didn’t particularly care if Sonika left their group for good. As far as she was concerned, the wannabe starlet brought little to the table with her presence. Gakupo, being who he was, tolerated her attitude quite well, but Luka found her simply infuriating.
“Can we talk now?” Kaito said, breaking her chain of thought. The blue-haired synthetic stood up, an uncommonly grave expression on his face. Miku, sitting nearby, looked