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Hybrid Theory
🕑 Added 2024-03-02 04:02:44 +0000 UTCSome live their entire lives, looking for a purpose. Some sort of nebulous high and overarching goal that they believe rules every single aspect of their existence, their reason to be, the motive for their birth... many, I'd say most even, never find it. The grand and great majority of all who live do so while never being quite sure if they are doing what they were supposed to do, if they were who they were supposed to be.
That... is not so much my problem.
No, not at all.
I wasn't born, I was made. My name is Galsian, first of my people, the product not of a joyful union, but rather, the product of intense research and incredible breakthroughs in genetic manipulation.
From the moment of my birth, through my education and my training, carefully planned meal plans, taking into account my unique dietary needs, my level of adaptation to a world that was both the home of my species and not... everything about my life was structured, thoughtfully and carefully, by my creators.
Everything in my life was decided and chosen for me, before I even opened my eyes and took my first breath.
I, alone, am born with a purpose given to me by another, chosen for me by another.
Or at least, I was supposed to be.
"What in the stars' brightest flares do you mean no pressure?"
Galbians, who were one half of my race, were an all female species, one that had come to the brink of extinction through the immutable fact that they had eventually just stopped producing males of the species due to a virus, and were surviving through cloning and stored semen samples from the long extinct Galbian men.
Or at least, they were surviving from that.
"Well, to be honest, the relations with the Masians have improved so much, and the interbreeding programs are proving successful..."
I'm baffled. How do I even begin to describe the feeling of having been burdened with a purpose I didn't choose all my life, only to have it swept out from under my feet before I even started to fulfill it? All my life, from the moment I could comprehend it, I've been raised to be the ultimate hybrid of our species, genetically manipulated with all the knowledge gathered from observing and studying all other known hybrids, trained to the fullest extent I could be trained, provided with the exactly perfect nutrition.
"So that's it? I'm just... done?" I asked.
"Nnno?" the green skinned scientist, the Galbian scientist, my people, the people I was supposed to save... and now, I can't help but feel alien.
Adrift.
She can't even tell me that my entire life wasn't wasted on something that the government of this planet decided to discard just like that. Like it was all for nothing. Like I mean nothing. I... can't help but feel like I've lost something I never wanted and it still hurts to have it be taken from me.
It might've been forced upon me, but it was all I had to look for, to live for.
It was my purpose.
It was what I was, it was what I was meant to be.
"I'm useless now," I said, "I'm just- a tool. No longer useful, discarded and forgotten about. That's what it is, isn't it? The project's being shelved, I'm being shelved," I said, looking at my hands.
A green so dark it was almost black. My hair was red, a common color among Masians. My physique was also bulky, like theirs, but much leaner. I was stronger, faster, better than any of them. Than any Galbian even. I was created that way. Made to be that way. Trained to be that way. Taught to be that way.
I was made, honed and refined into what I am today, for one sole purpose.
"You're telling me that I spent all my life training, studying and learning for nothing?!" I roared.
"No! No no, not at all, I- err, no, you don't understand," the scientist, in her coat, looked fragile. It is not until I rise to my full height in front of her that I realize that I'm way taller than the average Galbian, it's never been something I thought about. I spent all my life looking up at the scientists, after all, and even when I grew, they simply moved further away, observed me from raised platforms...
Maybe they've always been looking down at me. I should've known-
"What's even the point of getting angry," I said, letting the air escape out of my nose. The room's air was a little too cool compared to my internal temperature, the steam that I let off showing just how truly angered I was. It felt like my anger escaped with that exhale, however, and resignation, defeat, took over me instead, as I sat down on the couch in the waiting room. "So what awaits me? Are they just going to... dispose of me?" I asked, trying to pretend I wasn't internally weighing my options, possibly just cutting my losses and running from the lab was the only way out I could have.
"Oh, no, not at all!" the scientist said. "It's, it's just," she brought a hand up and adjusted the goggles on her face- it was common for all scientists to wear some form of eye protection, as well as usually a mask that covered their nose and mouth. This one, however, had not. "With the success of the interbreeding programs and the, uhm... the move towards a different plan to end the birthrate crisis," she said, closing her eyes and raising her clipboard, covering her face. "Ooh, my head is a little heavy."
And this is why they usually wore masks. My creators, in all their unbridled genius, decided that if I was to be the salvation of their species, then I should be the most desirable male that they could create. Of course, this meant I looked mostly like a Masian with the features of Galbians that they liked, though much of what made me, well, me, was a byproduct of them focusing primarily on making me the ultimate combination of both species' traits into a single superior hybrid.
She finally gathered herself. "It's been decided that you will now be able to choose who you want to breed with, instead of being made to follow a schedule! There, I said it!!" she said, panting, "a-and if you, uhm, you can choose to take breaks every two satellital cycles!" she said.
"Wa, wait, what?" I asked, looking at her, realizing my muscles were tensing and trying to relax. "So-"
"Y-Yeah," she said, her voice a little throaty. "Uhm, we'd also appreciate it if you could take the initiative, the Breeding Bureau will of course assist you..." she was clearly starting to heat up.
I hummed, and stood up. Sudden energy coursed through me. Intellectually, I knew it was the euphoria that consumed me. But I also couldn't bring myself to care. My penis was at the ready. Suddenly, I felt a burst of lewd energy that possessed me. My purpose wasn't gone, wasn't taken from me. Instead... I was being given freedom to fulfill it however I wished to. Rather than having something taken away... I was given what I needed, the one thing that I had lacked until now, that I knew about, but never experienced.
I took the Galbian scientist, who didn't resist me at all, and turned her around, pressed her against the wall, and hiked up her labcoat, revealing her lab scrubs. I grabbed them with my hand, as well as her underwear, and pulled them both down, revealing her behind, and her breeding hole. I've been taught from a young age everything about this. Embarrassing as it was at the time, now I can put it to use.
"If I can choose, what if I choose you, right here, right now?"
She turned her face to me. "I, we can't, I'm, I'm a scientist here, where you grew up..."
I snorted. "Woman, I don't even know your name," I said, "and I know you're not one of my teachers or caretakers," I said, "I can tell that you're a fresh graduate..." I growled into her ear as I pressed my member, rapidly hardening into its full length, to her behind, seeking her love hole.
"B-But still- I'll get, scolded," she mewled.
"Not if you tell them you had to do it to appease me," I said, honestly... my creators can be such overprotective, doting women. Could've done with less cheek pinching growing up though.
"I can't, but I want to, so bad..!"
"Tell them I gave you no choice," I said, as I began to push into her. It was, roundabout, the truth - I gave her no choice, but we both knew if I had what the answer would've been, as I penetrated a woman who hadn't known a single man other than me, giving her the very first sexual experience with the opposite gender of her life.
She was tight, narrow and flooded with her natural lubrication. She had been since the moment she forgot to wear her mask coming into the waiting room. In open spaces, my pheromones would just make women slightly hornier than usual. In an enclosed space, for a long time? Sexual desire would be amplified significantly.
And if there's one thing my creators have taught me, it's that Galbians are always horny and have been for the past five hundred years. She was no different, mewling and moaning as I fucked her into the wall of the waiting room at the lab, pumping into her until I poured my rich, excessively virile and extremely potent semen into her.
So strange. The first woman I bred was a lab intern I met literally the same day I impregnated her. It felt... weird. To think this would've been something of a norm, and yet... now that I do it because I wanted to, because I could, it feels... liberating.
I grabbed the scientist's face and turned her to face me, devouring her mouth, using my long Galbian tongue, with the hungry and intense masian Techniques I've been taught, showing that it wasn't only my insides that made me the superior breed.
As I enjoyed her body, I resolved to find my creators. If there is no pressure, then there are things I want to try...
Picking up women in Night Clubs was apparently a habit for young Galbian men, it was said that finding an older woman to 'make you a man' was the norm about a thousand years ago in most of Galbia, but the practice had already died out by the time the Population Eradication Reaper Virus devastated the male half of Galbia's population.
It was, however, painfully easy to find a slim and slender woman in little clothing. While even most Galbians couldn't tell each other's ages thanks to the genetic modifications and aesthetic reshaping that went on at our clinics, I was given the ability to interprete the signals my eyes and nose were sending to my brain much more effectively and efficiently. And I'd also been taught quite well what to look for, when looking for breedable women.
And the woman sitting at the bar, lit underneath with blue lights and above with softer blue lights, was in her prime years. A woman who, in the age of males, would've been bred already. So I sat beside her.
"Hello there. Not many Masians frequent our bars," the woman said. "Anything I can do for you?" she asked, turning to me.
In the dim light, she couldn't tell my skin was a dark green, and with the blue tint, I probably looked like a masian to her... though they were even more alien than I was, the Galbians' desire for them had made Galbia popular amongst Masians.
I turned to face her, and I knew I had her when our eyes met... but I knew for sure when we were at her apartment, and I was making this older woman sing my name, as I pounded her into her bed until it shattered under my continued assault.
She was the first. I developed a taste for lonely older women, ever since I did that scientist... I blame my creators for this. They who refuse to actually allow me to breed them, who raised me to have this ravenously hungry sexual appetite... but what can I say?
I definitely was more convinced of my preference for mature cunts the more I fucked them. Even trying the odd younger woman once or twice, it just didn't compare... they just didn't desire it as hard as the older ladies did.
The younger ladies had the Masians that were becoming increasingly obsessed with Galbian women, and the older ladies had me.
A woman who was an actual mother, I found, was the best. Finding her lonely at a park was easy. Made idle chitchat with her as she watched her clone-daughter playing in the park. Encouraged her to call her older sister, send her daughter off for a playdate with a cousin. We went back to her home, she had pictures of herself and her daughter, younger. The one that caught my eye was a picture of them together, taking a lunar bath, the daughter was barely in it, as she was the one taking the picture selfie-style, while the mother appeared surprised.
No doubt because her daughter had decided to take a picture of her nude mother basking in the moonlight.
"Let's go outside," I said.
"Outside? I'll get dressed-"
I stopped her. The brightest of our moons was high in the sky. I took her by the hand to the back of her house, which she had clearly modeled into a yard for her daughter to play in, which also had the lunar bath bed that she had used back then.
I pulled her to it, and she understood instantly, laying down on it. She was desperate for this, and she couldn't hold back anymore. I let my pants drop, and she gasped. A natural reaction, especially for those who weren't getting it on with the Masians.
Galbian toys, of course, simply couldn't compare to the real thing...
Her green skin almost gleamed in the silver moonlight.
I was born with the purpose of breeding as many children as possible, of spreading my seed, and creating a new, stronger, Galbian race through it.
It was a burden that I had been raised and taught and prepared to handle... but it was still one that I never chose. But now that it has been taken from me, and that I've been given freedom... well, all I have is this cock, and the training to use it.
And as I pushed my big fat dark green cock into the tiny and tight pussy before me, I came to the conclusion that it truly was my purpose to breed... or I just really, really like doing it.
"Whatever the case, just enjoy it," I muttered, more to myself than to her.
"R-Right, oof, it's just, soooo big," she said, mewling the words out, "it's way bigger than any toy I've ever tried."
I couldn't help the swelling of pride within me. Some of the traits were inborn in me.
I suppose in that regard, I'm a lot like my father species, because the sight of a woman in ecstasy is the best thing I know, and as I pushed the full length and girth of my cock into the mother below me, I definitely felt and saw her pleasure, as she cried out in orgasm around me.
We were only just beginning, I'd make damn sure she was pregnant by the time we were done, she better was prepared to explain a little sister to her daughter!!
