Rob Goes To Area 51

Rob's life certainly had taken a turn for the better and the weird, in a such a sharp and sudden way that he was still having trouble wrapping his head around everything. Between his wealth, his harem, and his power (and the power of his harem), Rob could pretty much go anywhere, do anything, often on the simplest and most casual of whims.

Did he want to have a pizza lunch-date in Naples? Show off his bitches at the hottest club in Roppongi? Spend a day in the sun and surf on the beaches of Nice or Cabo? Done, done, and done! Nothing was out of his grasp, and all of these things and more were made even more obtainable with Zatanna in his retinue. Rob's absurd fortune let him do anything possible, but Zatanna's magic allowed him to do the impossible.

All of thoses places worth travelling to – Naples or Roppongi or anywhere in between? Zatanna could take him their in the time it took to finish a sentence. If he wanted to give Chun-Li the experience and talents of a world-class harem dancer, make Tifa think she was a chocobo or turn Nami into a living, thinking fleshlight for a day? Again, Zatanna just needed to speak some words, work her mojo, and make it happen. And that was only scratching the surface with her powers. Rob knew how devoted Zatanna was to him, how much she wanted to improve herself and strengthen her magic, all for him, that Rob could get into some really weird and wild shit before long.

But whatever lewd mayhem he may have in store was in the future. For now, Rob's weird new life took the form of him walking up to Zatanna in the middle of the day and asking, “Hey, babe. Do you wanna take a trip out to Area 51?”

Zatanna opened her mouth to reply, before catching herself, quirking an eyebrow before finally saying, “I'm not going to say 'no', but I am going to ask 'why'.”

Rob shrugged. “Come on? Haven't you ever wondered what they got going on out there in the desert? What weird secret have been hidden for decades? I've always been curious, and now that I have the power, it's time to find the truth.”

In reality, Rob's sole reason for venturing out to Area 51 was the same motive he had for everything he did nowadays: finding, fucking, and enslaving more fictional women he had conjured into reality. And plenty of girls on his favourite fictional character list were alien in origin, and he could think of only one place on Earth they would be hiding out in. Rob was going to make it with some hot alien babes!.

And is that not what man has dreamt of since he first gazed up at the stars? Fucking some first-class xeno-pussy?

Zatanna clued in pretty quickly.

“You think you wished fictional alien women into existence and want to claim them, don't you?”

Rob chuckled bashfully. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, that's the long and short of it.”

Zatanna replied with a quick smile and laugh. “Well, if that's the truth, I see no reason to impede you. Are you ready to go now? Should we bring anyone else?”

“Nah. It's just a quick trip. We'll take a peak and go, in and out. You'll be all I need.”

Another smile crossed Zatanna's lips, this one more gracious and loving. Her Master claimed to love all of his harem, which she did not doubt, be she also knew he played favourites, and from day one he put her on a pedestal above all others. Not that she minded the attention or treatment, of course. Merely an observation.

Gathering her power, Zatanna stepped next to Rob. “Very well then. Ekat su ot Aera 15!”

The invisible **** of Zatanna's magic boomed to life, crackling and thundering through Rob's home, before quickly fading away. A teleportation spell was simple enough, especially given the proximity of Area 51 to California. Energy flowed from Zatanna, before immediately contracting back in on her, sweeping her and Rob away in an instant, whisking them off to their destination.

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From Rob's perspective, the world around him blurred into an indistinct blob of colours, quickly shifting from the off-white and pale pastels of his home to a pastiche of dark greys, steel, chrome, and gunmetal. Then, his environments clarified and sharpened in fidelity, his home having been replaced with the dark corridors of a military base without him ever taking a step. All of this took maybe a half-second and, beyond the initial boom of Zatanna's magic, Rob felt nothing despite being whisked hundres of miles away.

“Hmm, where abouts are we, Zee?” Rob asked, taking in his new surroundings – a long, empty corridor. The walls, ceilings, and floors all seemed to be made of stone, reinforced with steel bars and plating placed strategically about. He and Zatanna appeared to be equidistant from the two doors that bookended the hall and, fortunately, there wasn't a soul about.

“Area 51. Several hundred miles underground beneath the Central Basin Desert.” Zatanna explained, likewise scouting the area. She then uttered a quick spell under her breath. “I detect six living beings down that way.” She pointed to one end of the hall. And Rob noted her use of “living beings” instead of “human”. “Should we go to take a look?”

Rob offered her a smile and his arm. “You'll take care of any guards or hostiles?” Zatanna hooked her arms into the crook of Rob's elbow.

“But of course. Nothing is going to stop my Master get what he wants.”

Of course, Zatanna's vow of protection was entirely unwarranted, as she and Rob stalked through identical hallways unmolested, the only sound accompanying them being the echoes of their footsteps and the sound of their own voices. Pausing every so often to keep a lock on the life signs she had detected, Zatanna began to faintly wonder why there were no guards around, before she caught herself. The world of her Master was painfully mundane before his wishes, she had learned. Area 51 probably didn't have any actual evidence of alien life. These tunnels probably didn't even exist before Rob decided to come here five minutes ago.

Zatanna was in awe. Such was the scale of her Master's power, bending this world to his will like putty.

Eventually, though, the duo found something other than hallways carved from stone and flickering fluorescent lights. Following Zatanna's directions, they turned left at a T-junction and entered a distinctally different room than the others. Perfectly square with no visible exit on the other side, the hallway narrowed into a thin passage carved in between two rows of holding cells, three on either side, and all occupied with exactly what Rob was looking for.

“Another filthy human come to gawk at us?” A tall, thin alien woman with blue skin spat the sentence at Rob as a curse, her voice a low growl. She walked the length of her cell and back, pacing like a caged tiger, a fitting simile given the feline-like features of her face.

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Yes, the movies were an absolutely forgettable snooze-fest, and they may just be tall, blue-skinned kitty Indians acting out Dances With Wolves, but Neytiri of the Na'vi was still attractive enough... though, Rob noted, this attitude was going to need some adjustment.

“No, no... these ones are different.” Flashing a predatory grin, a red-skinned alien woman glared at Rob and Zatanna with mad yellow eyes, sparkling with barely contained aggression. Every inch of her bright red flesh was covered in a tribal tattoos. Despite the sheer danger her body and eyes radiated, her speech was deadly cold. “Maybe some entertainment for us? Come on, you two, we're so bored. Let's play.” The wild, dangerous woman was bald as well, her head extending into two thick, flesh tendrils known as lekku.

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Rob had expected a Twi'lek to show up as one of his stellar babes, but of all of them, he certainly wasn't expecting Darth Talon to be the one and only one. He vaguely recalled her actual self from an old comic book, but her striking design and propensity for skimpy outfits made it so she lived long in the internet's memory, long after her actual series has faded into obscurity.

“Don't antagonize them, you two.” Talon and Neytiri shared adjacent cells on the right, while this speaker was held on the left side, witness their harraunging and taunting of Rob. Younger but no less beautiful, she had orange skin all over her lithe, luscious body, and was similarly “bald” from a techincal standpoint. As opposed to hair, her head was crowned with some sort of fleshy headdress – white and striped blue – that ended in stubbier, thinner tendrils draped over her collarbone.

Ahsoka Tano had started her life as a character as poorly conceived as Scrappy Doo – if one believed a certain section of fans – but quickly became a beloved fan-favourite of many people, Rob included. While Neytiri and Talon would be problem cases to work on, he could not wait to show Ahsoka how beloved she was.

“Indeed. He might be our ticket out of here.” Next to Ahsoka's cell was another cat alien, this one with much more prominent feline traits, with tawny hair, a white muzzle, and large, prominent ears. She actually had hair – auburn and cut in a professional bob – and she carried herself with a similarly professional and controlled manner, standing straight and incling her chin towards Rob. “We're innocent victims, held here against our wills. Let us free, for all that's good in the galaxy.” She spoke quickly, decisively, and in a lovely British accent to boot, because she was...

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Captain Amelia! The most popular element of the woefully underrated Treasure Planet! Rob was delighted to see such a pretty kitty amongst his new targets. And even if she claimed flattery and flim-flammery were for spaceport floozies, he was pretty confident the good Captain would be amicable to his advances.

Finally, the two other occupants of the cells stayed quiet, observing Rob and the others. One had pale-green skin with diamond marks scattered over the middle of her face and short black hair, making her Rob's second Jedi in Barriss Offee. Which was great, as he knew many fans shipped her and Ahsoka together, and Rob loved his slaves engaging in some good old fashioned wlw.

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The sixth alien stood with one hand beneath her chin, a contemplative and thoughtful pose. Blue of skin and bald as well, this one having her head topped with a row of fleshy, ridges, she could only be an Asari native to Mass Effect and was indeed the famous and beautiful Liara T'soni. Intelligent, curious, and sensuous, she was absolute jewel of an inclusion in Rob's harem, not just for her mind or body or psionic powers, but due to the fact that Asari were infamous for being able to breed and procreate with anyone or anything.

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The six began to talk amongst themselves, mostly arguing with each other and with Rob – Neytiri being standoffish, Talon cruel and tautning, while Ahsoka begged for Rob's help and Amelia attempted to bargain. In small voices, Barriss tried to talk down her more antagonistic fellows, while Liara pled for reason. Rob just watched it all, haven't yet said a word, Zatanna staring more in shock than anything else.

“Well, I'm glad I didn't bet anything, because I would have lost handedly.” Zatanna commented, speaking loud enough so Rob could hear her, quiet enough so none of the others could.

“Why so skeptical, dear?” Rob replied in a similar tone. “You've worked with aliens for years. Hell, these six won't even be the first xeno-sluts I bang. That would go to Star and Megan.” Still keeping his eyes on the prize, Rob noticed all of the girls were dressed in baggy, formless jumpsuits, and came equipped with heavy, electronic collars strapped around their necks.

“I know, I know. Logically, alien life shouldn't surprise me, but these ones are...” Zatanna peered at the six arguing women for a long moment. “...different, is all I can say.”

Curious. Rob wondered what triggered such a reaction. Was it because they came from different universes than hers? She was use to Kryptonians, Martiana, and Tamaraneans, but not Togruta, Na'vi, and Asari? She hadn't had an averse reaction to anyone else outside her universe, so maybe Rob was reading too heavily between the lines.

Regardless, Zatanna's curiosities and reactions were not the reason he was here. Confidently, he held out a hand for silence... and was quickly ignored by the bickering aliens. With egg on his face, he asked Zatanna for a little help, his sexy magician **** uttering one word to silence the imprisoned women. He had to remember his power extended over to his converted slaves, not to soon-to-be slaves. But, then again, that's why he had Zatanna.

“Well, ladies, I have to say that I cannot believe my government would keep you captive in such inhumane conditions.” He flashed an easy smile at all of them. “Pardon the turn of phrase, of course.” Scowls and dull looks answered his joke, but Rob paid no attention and continued to address them. “It hurts me to see such beautiful women trapped and locked away from the world. Your plight has moved me and, as such, I will agree to let you go-”

“Oh, thank you, sir!” Liara cheered from her cell on the end, but her joy quickly faltered when Rob lifted a finger and continued.

“I will agree to let you go, but -” He added extra emphasis on the word. “But... you all have to agree to live with me, at my mansion, for one months time. By Earth reckoning, of course.”

Paying no attention to the antagonistic Neytiri and Talon, Rob's eyes turned to the others, lips pressed flat and eyes narrowing as Ahsoka, Liara, Barriss, and Amelia attempted to parse what exactly Rob was getting out of the deal. They thought in silence, Rob smiling and trying to break the ice to ease things along.

“I have enough room for all six of you, I promise. And your every need will be met while you're my guests. It'll be much nicer than these cells, that's for sure.”

“We don't doubt your hospitality, sir.” Ahsoka spoke for the group, choosing every word slowly. “We just don't know what you're after. If we can trust you.”

Trying very hard not to perv on the gorgeous Jedi, or any of the others, Rob looked Ahsoka in the eye and said, “I do have something of an ulterior motive, it is true. But, I want you all to look at it this way. You can spend a month with me and my girls, in the lap of luxury, before moving on your merry way through the galaxy, or.... You can all stay here, either trapped in these cells for the rest of your lives, or being sent off the operating table to be gruesomely dissected for science.”

He was certain such a thought existed somewhere in the minds of the six alien women, but by actually verbalizing it, Rob made the threat real. All of them attempted to steel themselves, to look stronger than they were, but it was very clear who held all of the leverage in this arrangement.

“I mean, I know what I would pick if I were in your shoes, ladies.” Rob chuckled, flippantly ignoring the gloom he cast over the six. “So, what will it be? Time's ticking, ladies...”